“It’s so often forgotten, this word: appreciation. And it’s such a beautiful word after all. It’s so beautiful when we feel appreciated, is it not?”
Have we forgotten what it means to appreciate someone or something? Have we forgotten the reason why we must instil this in our young? A child may never appreciate you, however, you’re the adult, and as such must instil the importance of this quality, in the minds of the young, by appreciating them.
If we all just understood the importance of gratitude – we’ll take the wind out of the sails – of anger. We become resentful and angry when we’re not shown appreciation.
Think about all the times we use the services of others: be it trains, planes or having letters posted, do we actually appreciate those who deliver our mail, or indeed deliver us, safely to our destinations?
To shift your polarity for a moment, what about those who tend to our ills or disabilities? The doctors, nurses and health workers, do they actually appreciate us for seeking out their services? That’s right, how often do we feel appreciated by those who care for us? Without our illness or disability they’d have no caring to do.
We must all appreciate each other and never consider us, or our time and services, to be of greater value and power than others. Without each other – from those who work underground in the sewers, to those who heal our ills and cater for our disabilities – we all need each other.
“Without the Beautiful Lumbricina the land would die.”
Lawyers, police and judges need the criminal fraternity. Do lawyers, policemen or judges ever appreciate who in fact puts food on their tables? Without the law breakers they’d starve to death, would they not?
How would you feel if a doctor actually said to you: “I appreciate your time today and thank you for choosing me” would you be so shocked to hear this, or is this an example of how it must be, if we’re all finally to get along. What if a policeman said to the thief: “I appreciate your ability to create the need for society to employ me.” Would that appreciation compound his disability (to follow the law) or would it make him aware of the ridiculous nature of humankind and his wasted life?
How would it be if a health worker left you feeling loved and cared for, rather than with that strange – if not quite conscious feeling – of being abused? How about: “Thank You for allowing me to care for you.” How about: “Thank You for being my child.”